White. All white. Too much white. It's still so, sometimes, in the hospitals. They think it gives an idea of cleanliness, of hygiene. And with the modern lights, the modern furniture, even a wiff of future, of technology. But if you hang there too much, maybe you understand why white, for many eastern people, is the color of the death. Of the mourning. Of...
Malichai and I spent the next two days uninterrupted either in his bed or in the bath. He held me as I cried rivers of tears that had been dammed for the last four years, he rocked me slow as we talked and shared things neither of us had ever spoken about with anyone else. We played, and laughed as we revisited our child hoods while we used the bed as a tram...
"What do you mean, I could marry her?!" Carl couldn't believe that his American wife was really suggesting that he marry her Afghan friend. Could she possibly be serious? Did she really want him to marry another woman? He loved his wife, and he had been willing to travel to Afghanistan for her but this... "That is the only way to save her." Lauren replied...
Chapter 5 After the shower, Rick, Jessica, and I were all a bit drained and we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. We must have slept for an eternity, or so it felt, because I awoke to a good season or so ahead of what we had watched. We would have to circle back and not just for Jessica's benefit. I really got back into the Walking Dead and so did R...
**Writer's Note: Hi you guys! I have decided to edit and resubmit this series. It's pretty much the same, but with some tweaking. I got the idea for this story awhile back through a dream and didn't start writing it until a few years back. Then I submitted it to LE when I turned eighteen and never really took the time to do research and editing. So now I'm g...
Alone. That was the only way to describe how Kylee felt. She also felt foolish; here was Aden, the love of her life, asking her to come home. Home. But instead of saying yes, she was caught up in her emotions. Afraid to leave the only safe thing she had ever known, angry at Mira for forcing her back together with Aden (even if it was for just a few moments)...
A flash story of just walking away. No BTB. No reconciliation. No happy ending. *** Carol had been pushing me to marry her. We'd been together for five years and I had been dragging my feet. I loved her to death. She was everything a man could want in a wife. The problem was mine. I was afraid of getting married. We were both 27 at the time but I had se...
So it came to this. After flirting with one another for a time; after an incredible night of fucking; after a two year absence; after a sudden reunion and sudden incredible sex; we were in love. Actually, we had been in love all along. Now we acknowledged it. I had asked her if I could ask her to marry me. She told me she would seriously consider it if I co...
Hello Preston, Do you remember me? I'm Angela. With me on my knees and with you having a view of the top of my head more than any other part of me, you may not remember what I look like. You may not remember my pretty face. Other than recognizing my big tits, your favorite part of me along with my talented mouth, you may not remember who I am at all, espec...
The general reception from readers of Literotica to the my China friend Li-Wen's email was encouraging. I am therefore releasing more of her emails covering her life, her sexual education and her adventures after the break-up of her marriage. Some readers have suggested that I edit the email for grammar. Given that Li-Wen never had a formal education in En...